The smell of bacon pulled Kaylie from a restless sleep. She pushed the covers back and rose to her feet, ignoring the chill of the tile. When she arrived in the kitchen, Grandpa was already sitting at the table, drinking his orange juice. She glanced away from him to the steaming stack of pancakes as she climbed into her chair. She’d eat the whole bunch, if she could, but Grandma only let her have one at a time.
Grandma moved from the stove and slid a hot-off-the griddle pancake from the spatula onto Kaylie’s plate. She added a big slab of butter.
“Yes, please,” Kaylie answered.
Kaylie watched as the dark, rich liquid drizzled over her pancake. Syrup mixed with butter was her favorite. Her mouth watered thinking about it, so she grabbed a slice of bacon and took a bite.
“There’s a good girl,” Grandma said as Kaylie dug into her pancake. Kaylie kept her eyes on her plate as she shoveled spoonful after spoonful into her mouth. She finished the first and asked for a second.
Grandma laughed. “You sure do love my pancakes, don’t you?”
Kaylie nodded as she took another bite of pancake, her already chubby cheeks looking even chubbier with her mouth full. When she finished the second, her stomach felt full, but there was another hunger inside her that made her ask for a third. And then a fourth.
If she could just keep eating, she wouldn’t have to see Grandpa pat Grandma on the rear, hear him say things that shouldn’t be said in front of little girls, wouldn’t have to remember that he had said the same things to her last night.
She squeezed her eyes shut as she forced the last bite of the pancake down her constricted throat.
“One more?” Grandma asked.
by Shelli Proffitt Howells
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Today’s prompt was from the Senseless Challenge: Taste
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